Smoking, drinking, partying and… you. The things that kept Niccolo in a peaceful state most of the times. He tried quitting, for you, that’s why he felt ridiculous when he acted like a teenager hiding from his parents when he smoked whenever you weren’t around.

Damn. He didn’t even tried to quit for Virginia when they were together not even for his parents or his sister. The moment he was about to kiss you and you backed up because he had the stupid smell of all the cigs he had smoked, that moment you were gonna have your first kiss and you couldn’t because of that fucking habit.

At least you let him go to parties and have one or two drinks, and not because you’re controlling… but because whenever he gets drunk he can’t go back to his house, so of course he climbs like a child into your arms… neither Camilla or his parents can see him the way he lets you see him, in that zombie/jerk state.

“Tell me your parents aren’t home, tesoro” His cracking voice at 3am as he climbed inside your room was one clear sign that it was one of those times. The smell of alcohol wasn’t the issue, but that tobacco scent…